The man from the moon
comes home to the woman
he loves.
Here, close your eyes.
Some moonflowers.
A quiet melody to dance to.
Forgive me, darling,
my space boots are caked
with lunar dust.
She takes his hand,
and presses her head
on his chest.
He loses his breath,
and for a moment he forgets
the weight of gravity
once again.
Charmaine Louise Escalante lives in Angeles City. She blogs at focloir.tumblr.com.
A Quiet Courage 